Red dust clouds rise in the street stirred up by
the scuffed leather cowboy boot’s beaten heels.
The sharp dressed man with the gun on his thigh,
packing cool steel along with his high ideals.
His gaze settles on the man clad in black.
Brows raised with worry on his handsome face,
wondering if he should perhaps turn back.
Sudden crack, a gunshot, the air displaced.
Window explodes in the wall next to him,
he plummets to the ground and rolls away.
Quickly ponders, then jumps up on a whim,
draws his gun and focuses on his prey.
Mister, you shot at the wrong man today!
Cocks back his hammer and snarls…you will pay.
Shannon is a kid at heart and is blessed with a fertile imagination . She writes poetry and prose and is a photographer . Shannon has taken an interest in the challenge of poetic forms such as sonnets and she loves when the form elevates the content.